Live Jianbao: Baoyou, you are very wrong

Chapter 280 Prints of Tongrentang, 300-year-old wild ginseng

"it is good!"

Juhard Baoyou agreed without any hesitation.

"As long as the master orders, anything can be done."

Ning Fan asked his name and motioned him not to be so polite.

"Small things, it's just in the past, just take back the old print on the booth over there."

"print?"

In the live broadcast room, Baoyou looked blank.

They also know that this thing belongs to the category of art, and most of them are things that are painted on the wood with a knife or potion, and then printed with ink.

Because of its distinctive style, this kind of painting has been circulated throughout history.

There are also auctions where old prints are sold at high prices.

In particular, someone once picked up a leak and found an interlayer in a print, which also contained a print of the same version of Buddhist scriptures and Jingbian paintings in the late Tang Dynasty.

Only this version, financial freedom.

Now when he heard that Ning Fan asked Juhard Baoyou to buy prints, he became excited.

"Could it be that Master Ning also wants to buy a superb print?"

"But why let Baoyou buy it, why don't you just buy it yourself?"

"I think you may be thinking too much. Master Ning probably just wanted to demonstrate again, and felt that the previous few were not enough."

"Add a bigger one to have a shocking effect!"

"Makes sense!"

Everyone also felt that this might be the answer.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why the brothers were asked to buy things when they knew they were suffering so much.

Soon, the prints were brought back.

When everyone saw the engraving, they felt that Ning Fan was picking up the leaks, and all their thoughts were shattered.

The characters on this print, braids and green clothes, look like they are healing a disease.

Below the engravings, there is also a slogan about the glory of labor.

It is clearly a standard image of the working people decades ago, but no matter how you look at it, it is a print of recent decades.

Even if this thing is worth more than [-] yuan.

Everyone couldn't help asking about the price that Juhard Baoyou bought this thing.

Just now they all heard what Baoyou Juku said, they brought the whole family's money here, which was only thirty to twenty thousand.

If it cost thousands of yuan to buy this thing, they couldn't bear it.

Ning Fan also asked.

I saw the giant hard Baoyou draw a two.

"Two hundred, that's okay."

The treasure friends were thinking, when they heard the giant hard treasure friend speak.

"two thousand."

"..."

The entire live broadcast room was silent, and after a while, there was an explosion.

"What the hell!"

"How dare you ask for [-] yuan for a print after the founding of the People's Republic of China?"

"If it wasn't for a famous seller, I would think it would be too much to sell for five hundred!"

"Don't say five hundred, more than three hundred, I can eat this!"

The treasure friends were excited for a while, but Ning Fan just nodded.

"Okay, at this price, it's not a loss."

"Ok?"

Everyone didn't react, and they all suspected that they had heard it wrong.

Two thousand, isn't it a loss?
If Ning Fan hadn't said this, they would have scolded him on the spot as a profiteer who cheated money together.

But Ning Fan would never do such a thing.

There must be something hidden here!

Everyone was tickling like cats, wanting to know what could make Ning Fan say that.

Ke Ning Fan didn't look at their barrage at all, but just took the things he had missed before and analyzed them with Brother Juhard.

"fake!"

"Fake!"

"Imitation goods!"

Three sentences, three words, no more than ten seconds before and after.

Ning Fan did not forget to add a sentence.

"Don't buy these things in the future, take out this place, you can't even exchange for a bowl of egg fried rice!"

"What about this antique city?"

This is the first time Baoyou heard this statement, and felt a little novel.

Ning Fan said slowly.

"Let's throw it on the ground and no one will pick it up."

"And this painting, 2000 yuan, just bought such a piece of junk!"

"Take it home and fill it with feed, and the chickens won't even eat it!"

puff!
The treasure friends couldn't hold back when they heard this.

It was really Master Ning's usual style, without showing any sympathy.

But think about it, the most indispensable thing in the antique city is counterfeit cultural relics.

If this thing falls on the ground, no one will really take a second look.

Juhard Baoyou knew these things a long time ago, and there was no regret in turning his eyebrows, but the brothers beside him were embarrassed to apologize.

"Brother, I won't buy it, let's go home!"

"I won't sell these things anymore!"

"Well, go home."

Juhard Baoyou smiled and was about to leave.

"Master, please help me deal with these things, we will go back first."

"Wait a minute, it's okay to leave the garbage, but take away the good things."

"What good stuff?"

Juhard Baoyou was a little confused for a while.

Didn't I buy a bunch of fakes?Why are there still good things?
The Bao friends in the live broadcast room also looked at the things in front of them blankly and were at a loss.

They have seen a lot in the live broadcast room, and their vision is not bad. Master Ning has personally said that there are problems with those things just now.

Where else is there a good thing?
"Or, maybe Master Ning is comforting them? Pay for it yourself?"

Someone made a point.

The barrage also thinks it may be the case.

After all, others have been in such a miserable situation, and they have helped Ning Fan to appear on the screen for so long, so it's nothing to do a hand.

But Ning Fan smiled slightly and tapped the print in his hand.

"The prints are rubbish, but the stuff behind the prints is good!"

Ning Fan withdrew his gaze and closed the panel in front of him.

[Tongrentang prints and hanging paintings, with posters painted after the founding of the People's Republic of China, a good doctor for the people.There is a promotional slogan at the bottom, and the name of the producer in the lower right corner, Tiandu Tongrentang, where prints are hung for wall decoration. 】

[There is a plywood on the back, and there is a 300-year-old mountain ginseng inside, with all beard and tail, well preserved. 】

This thing, most people will never find it.

The interlayer of the print itself has a wax seal, which is water-proof and air-tight, and the smell of ginseng is firmly locked.

The outer layer is wrapped with a wooden frame, and the patina is covered with pulp. There is no problem and no one will disassemble it.

The engraving pattern on the front is also no problem.

The point is that under the circumstances at that time, it was normal for Tongrentang to have such a block of prints ready to be used to print medical posters.

No one would have imagined that a 300-year-old mountain ginseng would be sealed inside.

Don't say anything else, just this one ginseng.

The future lives of the two giant tough brothers can be regarded as prosperous.

Ning Fan didn't talk nonsense. After the steel needle was burned red, he removed the wax edge and the wood interlayer sealant, and pried off the back panel to expose the ginseng inside the interlayer.

This... how is this possible!

Everyone inside and outside the studio was dumbfounded.

They confirmed that they were not mistaken, with just one glance, there was no doubt about the ginseng!

And the root of the reed head is intact.

Looking at the shape and beard, you can tell that it is definitely an old thing.

Li Moer also spoke in shock.

"300-year-old wild ginseng! Superb treasure!"

Wang Duoyu followed with a series of shocked expressions.

"Master Ning, I am willing to pay a high price for this thing! Please make an offer!"

Li Mo'er also did her part.

"Master Ning, our Li family is willing to pay the highest price for this ginseng, please make an offer!"

There are also other rich people who have been anonymous before, regardless of hiding their identities, jumping out and directly asking prices.

In just a few tens of seconds, the price reached tens of millions.

At this time, Ning Fan smiled and raised his hand.

"You guys are mistaken, the ginseng is not mine, it belongs to Juhard Baoyou."

"Whether to sell or not is his business!"

(End of this chapter)